"It's hard being a stay-at-home mom." Phoebe thought.
A fat, yellow twinkie lifted to her lips. Licking the corner of her mouth, Phoebe hesitated for a moment, then wolfed it down.
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A sigh escaped through her stuffed cheeks, and she leaned back in the couch. Her fat daughters, Ally and Sophie, ran in circles around the living room while shrieking at the top of their lungs. Their heavy feet sent tremors through the whole house, knocking over anything which wasn't nailed down shook violently. "SHHH!! What did I tell you two??" their mother hushed. "Slow down, before you break something."
"SOR-RY mommy." the girls groaned in unison.
Phoebe lifted a concerned eye to the TV, which was in serious danger of tipping over and crashing to the floor. "That's nice. Now run along outside and play some more."
"Noo. I'm too hungry." gasped 11-year-old Ally.
"C'mon! Let's go eat cake!' 12-year-old Sophie exclaimed.
With that, two pairs of jiggling legs trampled their way into toward the kitchen. Phoebe sighed as a table lamp fell with a crash. "Just when they were getting some exercise..." She neglected to mention to the girls that they were giving her a headache...she didn't want to seem cruel.
In defeat, she reached into a nearby box of Zebra Cakes and tugged at the wrapper. The girls were so insatiable that there were always boxes of junk food littered everywhere. One such container lay crumpled beside the couch, its hot-pink "Twinkies" logo flattened under the heel of one of her behemoth children.
Phoebe stuffed the entire cake in her mouth and bit with pleasure. When the creamy innards flooded her mouth, it was like the whole stressful world melted away. No wonder she was gaining so much weight....and it didn't help that her children were constantly eating, eating, EATING.
Even worse, she felt herself getting hungrier with each pound she gained.... She put the thought out of her mind and placed another PTA Conference summons onto the table where the lap had stood. A pile of similar complaints were piling up near the mail slot by the door. The grade school had been expressing alarm at the girls' eating habits. Phoebe could hardly believe it herself. How could 2 little girls get so BIG? Of course, their father was always running away on business trips to Tokyo or someplace, and was hardly of any help.
Phoebe sank her head into the couch pillow, staring up at the cracks in the ceiling caused by Ally and Sophie's stampeding feet. If only she could be released from her worries....if only for just a day...
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